General Chat

It's a nice thought Tabitha, but for certain no one knows anything before they're born and I don't believe we know anything after we die. It is true that the mind plays tricks on us and we see and hear what we want to see and hear, particularly in times of emotional trauma, like fleetingly seeing or hearing a much loved departed pet, thinking you see someone in the distance or shadows, coincidences that we persuade ourselves are real. For me it's all illusions that can, if we're honest be easily explained. I had a much loved uncle only a few years older than me, and just before he died he promised me that if there was an afterlife he would let me know. Well that was 21 years ago, and there's not been even a whisper! So I'm convinced there is nothing there and that It's all in the mind. I do however, believe in fate, and I know that compared to some, I have been lucky in life, my mother, after the death of my father before I was born, married a wonderful man, which gave me a very happy childhood, I was lucky with my own marriage which is now 51 years old and still full of love, two brilliant children and three lovely grandchildren who brighten our old age!

Oh ye of little faith Magpie

There are always coincidences as well as things hard to explain

The mind does play tricks when you are tired or just woken up, sometimes you see or hear what you deep down want to hear/see.

Personally and no one will make me change my mind on this. I believe there must be another higher plane and sometimes when we need comfort or help they join us.

I know i will see my loved ones and pets again. I know i will also have answers to questions i cant find here. I also believe they try to help if you if they can, sometimes in a very different way to what you expect.

I expect you got the standard greeting - coincidence!

BT1571 is the messages number, BT1471 tell the number of the last caller.

When Uzzi made her OP, I had already heard about this via a friend who is a local policeman but I didn't know how to tell it without sounding daft.
The story has since made the news.


http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/local-news/rutherglen-family-call-police-after-8621821

Surely it's 1471 not 1571?! Could be be you rang another of BTs help lines and a lady called Sarah answered it ?!!!

Here's one I don't know what to make of. While doing my family tree I discovered that my paternal GM (Father's Mother) was named Sarah. I further discovered that she died shortly after my GF and that she and my GF are in the same grave in Belfast.
I'd been giving my grand parents a lot of thought. Both died before I was born. I checked my telephone for messages and had had no sooner dialled 1571 but a woman spoke, two words, Sarah speaking. BT normally say you have new message (s) but not on this occasion. Two words, Sarah speaking. No number to return the call.
The only Sarah I know is my deceased GM

David its up to you who you tell. I personally am a believer.

I went to see a medium - some things you take with a pinch of salt - others were too near to factual to be comfortable guesses. My mum had a few very favourite foods (not normal things) The medium said i have a lady here showing me ********* and a jar of *********.
would you know who it was - I certainly did. No one could have guessed that.

I still think my cat sent a stray to us to comfort us. He is so like him, not in looks, but in attitude. I use to think reincarnation but the stray is too old for that.
He often looks up at the top of the sofa where our previous cat use to be, or a few other places.

I am convinced our pets and loved ones pop in on us for a quick visit.

I am glad I am not alone with "strange " experiences. Last night Pippi (the new rescue) sat on the bed staring at the wardrobe and whimpered (as if she was trying to talk). She then went over and checked in there. I now have a small unit in there but it used to be Minx´s bed. Pip has now also taken to sleeping under the bed in the same place that Minx used to.
I think I might just settle that Minx is about somewhere, whether she approves of Pip or not I am not sure. :-S

You and I both, David.

I've had two experiences, both whilst on holiday in Wales and both involving my two grandmothers!

The first I do acknowledge happened when I was extremely young so my memory can be called into question.

The second occurred when I was sixteen, and although I didn't see what happened directly, I was involved.

I could tell you some stories but you'd just think he's daft in the heed.

If you saw your mother then you saw your mother.

Fred's cousin Carry was the most down to earth woman in the world, taking all disasters in her stride. She and her husband Charlie were the sort of couple you would want to be a part of, totally close. When Charlie died their son persuaded her to move to a bungalow next to him.

She told me that Charlie didn't go with her and when I said that he had been dead for some months when she moved she told me that he still came back and sat in his chair at the old house.

If Carry saw him I have no reason to think that he was not there.

I think if something traumatic is fresh in our minds we tend to see what we want to see. In other words our minds can and do play tricks on us. I think we've all experienced that.

My experience may have been born of fatigue and grief,
perhaps it was best kept to myself :-( ?

Fred was certainly not amused to see the tanker pull into the crematorium for his funeral. He sent a thunderclap!

What a shame Eldrick is not still active on here. :-D.

These stories should have been saved for tonight just before meteor spotting starts. :-D

That episode that startled me I thought about for the remainder of the night (and many times since) As said I saw my Mother on the rear near side seat. At her funeral the he was delayed, another funeral in progress. I was in the car immediately behind the hearse with my wife and Aunt May, sister, all crying silently. It was teaming as I recall. As we waited I was staring at the head of her coffin a few yards away, sat in
the rear near side seat. All true, I couldn't make that up.

Always a great believer in life on the other side & that they still have a sense of humor.

Years ago - Mum was in hospital - I had the day off - left home locked the door (you have to use the key) - went shopping picked up a few things - went straight to the hospital to visit & show her my goodies. While we were talking my handbag decided it didn't like sitting on the bed & jumped on to the floor & landed on its bottom - nothing fell out.

I picked it up opened it checked my glasses were ok & put it back on the bed. It did it again. So i left it on my lap. Just as i was leaving mum asked me a question about some bills and i opened my handbag to check my diary & my purse was in the wrong section & had moved with my glasses (very unusual).

So i moved it back in the other section (3 zipped sections all closed) and couldn't see my front door keys. So there I was emptying out the whole bag to look for my keys, even one of the nurses helped. Nowhere - checked my pocket , coat nothing - so ended up thinking i had lost them. They were on a large key ring too with my office keys - so easy to see.

Lucky enough mum still had hers so borrowed her key ring.(which was green & had the shed key on it) - went home. Next day went & got a key cut & new key ring - gave mum hers back & ordered new office keys too.

3 days later while in the bathroom - went to the medicine cabinet & there was my old key ring, door key & office keys sitting on the shelf with a white feather on the top of them.

Never could explain it. - never will.

Incidently, the lady in my avatar is my Mother

I think I mentioned what I'm about to post on another thread a year or two back.
The incident was a long time ago, but it's still true. I was working alone on night shift.
Was working for a major car sales outlet. I was near exhausted for the want of sleep and I was grieving for the loss of my Mother, who had died just a few months previously. Had been the chief mourner at her funeral, had disposed of her home and effects. Part of my routine on these shift was to walk the length of a very large garage, on the inside and back every hour. The garage had been locked by my self at the start of the shift. Small hours of the morning, I lets myself in, locks door on inside, walks the length of the garage, turns around to come back out. About one third of the length of the garage walked, something catches my eye. Turns head, looks left. Inside the car I was walking past, in a locked garage, on the rear near side seat was my Mother looking at me !! The last time I had seen her, prior to her funeral had been at the funeral directors. I got out of that garage as fast as I could. On the way out a discarded bottle on the floor to my right spun and wedged open fire door on my left slammed shut !! Never went back in that garage all night. This actually happened.